Page 63 of Loving Jemima
“That’s a problem with an easy solution.” Ellie stripped off her trousers, then looking Jem directly in the eye, pulled off herknickers and her bra.
“I’m not sure I was expecting such brazenness,” Jem said, unable to control the heat that was starting to flow through her again.
“Listen, neither one of us is having a good day, think of this as… a way of trying to find the bright side.”
And Jem sort of knew what she was trying to say, knew that the heat of it, the quickness of it, was a way of blocking out everything else that had happened. A way that was working. Ellie stood in front of her, breasts high and pert, not too slim, but rounded in ways that Jem wanted to touch, wanted to feel.
“The bright side,” Jem said, not taking her eyes off Ellie’s naked body. “I think I might be able to find a bright side here if I look hard enough.”
“Charming,” Ellie said through a grin.
“Might require less talking though.”
“Feel free to occupy your tongue in other ways.”
Jem’s breath caught in her throat again and she grabbed Ellie’s hand almost roughly, pulling her toward the armchair in the living room, then pushing her so that she half-fell into it. She stood for a moment, watching Ellie as she parted her thighs unprompted, baring herself completely as Jem’s heart pounded in her chest, as her pulse bounced through her veins.
“Fuck,” Jem swore.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Ellie said.
Jem dropped to her knees, shuffling until she was between Ellie’s legs, smelling her already, knowing she was ready. She pressed in, finding Ellie’s breast with her mouth, feeling Ellie’s wetness pressed against her chest as she suckled a nipple and Ellie arched her back, gripping her fingers in Jem’s long hair.
“Now,” Ellie said. “Please.”
Kissing downward, feeling the bumpy breastbones between her lips, then the generous curve of stomach, then the wiry touch of hair, Jem found herself breathing hard again, found herself wanting to touch herself.
But she restrained herself, hooking her arms behind Ellie’sknees, kissing the soft, sensitive skin inside Ellie’s thighs, and then finally, finally parting folds with her tongue to find sweet-sour wetness. Ellie wriggled under her tongue, finding the position she needed and Jem let her move, let her get comfortable.
And then she began. Sucking and lapping and circling, keeping a steady rhythm as Ellie’s hips bucked against her, bringing Ellie to the edge and dancing her there, holding back until Ellie whimpered before diving back in.
“Jem,” Ellie said, desperation in her voice. “Jem, please.”
And it was all Jem could do not to climax herself as she pressed her tongue onto Ellie’s sweet spot and finally pushed over that edge.
Ellie gasped and sighed, trembled as Jem held tight to her until Jem thought she might suffocate and really didn’t mind in the slightest if she did.
It was full minutes until Ellie relaxed, legs parting again, and Jem laid her head on one thigh, getting her breath back.
“That was…” Ellie began.
“Hush, still not over,” said Jem, thoroughly conscious of the fact that she was still very wet and very ready for Ellie to take her again.
“We should talk about things,” murmured Ellie, brushing her fingers through Jem’s hair.
“Not now,” said Jem. “Let’s just have now. Today, tonight, just us. Nobody and nothing else. Reality can wait a while, can’t it?”
There was a pause and Jem could almost feel Ellie fighting against her need to play by the rules, to do things properly.
“Yes,” Ellie said eventually. “Yes, it can wait.”
“Good,” said Jem. “Because we haven’t actually made it to the bedroom yet. And I was thinking…”
“Always a dangerous thing,” Ellie grinned down at her.
“I was just thinking that the bathroom is on the way to the bedroom and…” Jem lost the ability to speak as she thought about pushing Ellie’s wet, slippery body against the cool of the tiles in the shower.
“And you thought we might find some trouble in there?” Ellie finished for her.